'Twas the night before the presentation, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The dishes were drying by the sink with care, In hopes that soap suds would not reappear;
The younger children were nestled all snug in their beds, While the older two were working to bring home the bread; Daddy in his gear, was taking a lap,
And I had settled down for a quick late night bath,
When all of a sudden I thought I heard a clatter, I sprang from the tub to see what was the matter. Away to the laptop I went like a dash, Turned on the Dell and inserted the flash.
The glare of the night lamp had become a glow Gave the computer screen an eerie halo, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a message on the screen, "Your report is not here",
With a frantic glance around, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be the stick. More rapid than eagles my fingers they came, I then jittered, and shouted, and called the programs by name;
"Now, Microsoft! now, EXCEL! now, ACCESS! Please FIX IT! On, POWERPOINT! on OUTLOOK! Oh what is the culprit! To the top of the keyboard! I may have to reinstall! Now virus away! virus away! virus away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the system reboot I began prancing and jiving with each little toot. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, I could hear the programs return with a bound.
Then hubby returned, worn from head to foot, His clothes were soiled with sweat and gym musk to boot; A bundle of towels he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his locks how merry! His cheeks were flushed, his lips boysenberry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as black as coal;
A Fitbit clenched tight between his teeth, His towel it encircled his neck like a wreath; He had a broad chest and a flattened belly, That did not shake, when he laughed unlike jelly.
I told him what happened, pointing to the laptop on the shelf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, And pushed all the buttons; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of the Dell, And giving a nod, a corrupted file he could tell;
He sprang to his feet, to the laptop he gave a whistle, And away the viruses flew like the down of a thistle. But all heard me exclaim, as he chased away my fright,
"HAPPY PRESENTATION TOMORROW, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Shatanese Reese is a freelance blogger who lives in Atlanta, GA with her
husband and their six children. Shatanese enjoys walks on the beach
and color-rich sunrises. Her goal is to find inspiration in the every
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